Many Rivers - Steve Young

If the Lord ever looks down from heaven

If I ever see Him peeking from his stars

I’ll say «Father take me home, I’m together here alone

And I’ve thrown away the keys to these bars

Oh, Father you’ve made many rivers

And I’ve followed them from the mountains to the seas

Now would you make me one that flows beyond the sun

Would you make a ship and sail it there for me

Once I dreamed I saw the Lord in a vision

And he spoke from His flowing beard of silver gray

He said, «My son you’ve played the game, and you’ve used a rambler’s name

But you never were a true hard-roller anyway.»

He said, «My son, I have made many rivers

And youÕve followed them from the mountains to the sea

And now I’ll make you one that flows beyond the sun

Oh I’ll make a ship of grace and set you free

And now I’ll make you one that flows beyond the sun

Oh I’ll make a ship of grace and set you free

Free